I need to feel the wind sometimes. How it could uproot me, snap and splinter me, disperse me, shape me, slowly wear me down or take me. A breeze is never enough. I need to be reminded. I need to feel how things are sculpted. I need to touch it to believe it. To run my fingertips along edges and press or slap my palm on surfaces. To know the form and how it works the light. A look is never enough. We need to be connected. We need to feel each other.
Listen to it as a song!